Waiting For The Light Novels & Stories

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

In my hazy mind, I had agreed to receive a lap dance. When I arrived at the penthouse, all lights were out. I walked quietly to the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. The once cold penthouse that always made me dread coming home from the office, every night was now filled to the brim with the people I love.

Liam will continuously be around for me, regardless of what the circumstance is. I trust. Meandering through the passages, I unexpectedly find the weak diagram of a man waiting against the stone wall. He turns, as though he is hanging tight for somebody, drooping until he is perched on the floor. There are a couple of seconds of complete and sheer tranquility, and afterward, he magnificently ascends to his feet. The lights unexpectedly give out, kicking the bucket against the staggering obscurity, as he flicks a switch. He stops, and afterward begins strolling. Not knowing very why, I follow him, nearly spellbound by the strides as they ring through my head.

The streetlights made everything glow in pale yellow. I stopped near the entrance and checked my phone again, no new messages. I told myself not to think too much about it. Frank had said he was coming, he was always confident about these things. Five minutes passed. I walked to the side of the road and waited. Ten minutes passed. I shifted my suitcase to the other hand. Thirty minutes passed. The cold began to creep into my bones, I sat down slowly on the low curb by the roadside and wrapped my arms around my knees. The wind blew against my face, and I felt small, like I was waiting for something that might never arrive.

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

Go home and wait for me. The screen went dark.

Just us. *Waiting.*

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

Waiting for the city to become brave enough to ask what lay beyond the horizon. Waiting for someone to answer. The expedition suddenly felt real. Not someday. Not eventually. Soon. And somewhere beyond every known world— another light waited in the darkness. Waiting for a ship called the Wayfinder. Waiting for a story to arrive.

Weapons in hand. Waiting. The lights flickered again. And again. And again. Getting worse. More frequent. Thirty minutes between flickers now. Then twenty. Then fifteen. The pattern was breaking. The generators were in death throes. "Soon," I said. Em nodded. We stood by the door. Both of us ready. Both of us focused. Waiting for the moment everything went dark. Waiting for our chance. Waiting to run. To fight. To escape or die trying. The lights flickered.